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One hour to madness and joy! O furious! O confine me not!
\n(What is this that frees me so in storms?
\nWhat do my shouts amid lightnings and raging winds mean?)
\nO to drink the mystic deliria deeper than any other man!
\nO savage and tender achings! (I bequeath them to you my children,
\nI tell them to you, for reasons, O bridegroom and bride.)<\/p>\n
O to be yielded to you whoever you are, and you to be yielded to me
\nin defiance of the world!
\nO to return to Paradise! O bashful and feminine!
\nO to draw you to me, to plant on you for the first time the lips of
\na determin’d man.<\/p>\n
O the puzzle, the thrice-tied knot, the deep and dark pool, all
\nuntied and illumin’d!
\nO to speed where there is space enough and air enough at last!
\nTo be absolv’d from previous ties and conventions, I from mine and
\nyou from yours!
\nTo find a new unthought-of nonchalance with the best of Nature!
\nTo have the gag remov’d from one’s mouth!
\nTo have the feeling to-day or any day I am sufficient as I am.<\/p>\n
O something unprov’d! something in a trance!
\nTo escape utterly from others’ anchors and holds!
\nTo drive free! to love free! to dash reckless and dangerous!
\nTo court destruction with taunts, with invitations!
\nTo ascend, to leap to the heavens of the love indicated to me!
\nTo rise thither with my inebriate soul!
\nTo be lost if it must be so!
\nTo feed the remainder of life with one hour of fulness and freedom!
\nWith one brief hour of madness and joy.<\/p>\n
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Walt Whitman (May 31, 1819-March 26, 1892) is the father of modern poetry.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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